And then he peppers soft kisses along her clavicle, eliciting a soft groan from her. Her cheeks flush, her nipples pebbling beneath the thin material of her T-shirt as she tries in vain to act unaffected as she sips her tea. Of course, she will need to eat, but maybe after her bath. Hopefully, that will help settle some of her nerves. Not that she needs to be nervous, I already know today is going to be amazing.
She’s worked so hard leading up to today, and I’m beyond proud to call her ours.
I can’t help myself as I tease her other thigh, her eyes flick to mine and I just raise an eyebrow.
“Not even sorry,” I say, leaning in and peppering her throat with kisses.
She manages a few more sips of tea before passing me her cup, and I smirk, placing it beside mine on the bedside table.
I glance back at Caleb in a silent exchange. We have enough time to take care of our girl once more.
The sound of her phone ringing has her attempting to lean over Caleb to reach for it. He manages to roll her beneath him instead, pressing his arousal into her centre before he reluctantly grabs her phone and hands it to her,pushing himself up and off the bed.
“Thank you,” she says in a husky voice as she moves into a sitting position and crosses her legs.
I stay where I am, trailing my fingers down her arm as she swipes the screen.
Chapter Three
CALEB
I was more than ready to fuck Jessica again until we were cock blocked by no other than our best friend and her brother, Mason.
“Perfect timing,” I mutter.
Noah just shakes his head, his fingers trailing up and down her arm in a lazy, tentative caress.
She holds her finger to her mouth and puts her phone on speaker.
“Hello, Mase,” she says.
I cock a brow. Like he doesn’t already know we’re here.
“Morning, thanks for the cock block,” I say.
Jessica’s eyes widen before she grabs a cushion and tosses it at me.
“You’re welcome, arsehole,” Mase grumbles, causing my lips to twitch.
I brush my thumb over Jessica’s bottom lip before sitting back against the headboard and downing the rest of my tea.
“Hi Jess, how are you feeling?” he asks.
She lets out a heavy sigh, her shoulders pulling in on herself.
“I feel sick, to be perfectly honest. Why did I think I could do this, Mase?” Her voice is so vulnerable in this moment I want to throat-punch Mason. We just managed to take her mind off it and help her relax. Now she’s all tense and stressed again.
I grind my teeth as I glance at Noah, my expression conveying my annoyance, but he softly shakes his head to let them talk.
Mason chuckles down the phone. “Because you’re already doing it, Jess.”
Yes, yes, she is, and we couldn’t be prouder.
“Thank you. You’re coming, right?”
I’ll kick his arse into next Sunday if he doesn’t.
“Of course, Jess. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”
